The National Presidential election is barely over and we keep hearing more and more about what the government is doing to nationalize companies, corporations and industries.
This means companies like the banking industry, insurance companies like AIG, and many others, have already had ownership transferred over to the centralized government. Other companies are not sitting idly by in the wings, yet actively attempting to sway the government to take over with bailouts, like the auto industry.
Then we hear talk of credit companies trying to come under the yolk of nationalization. Some already are nationalized. Then there’s a waiting list of large companies and corporations trying at some level to get on the bandwagon of government bailouts, which means they will no longer control their means of production, but instead will be under the jurisdiction of the new boss, i.e. the federal government.
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Redistributing Wealth via Nationalizing Companies—A Seamless Transition (Issue 126)
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For those who read my blogs and read my life’s journey, you know when I purchased a computer I didn’t know how to turn it on and didn’t know what a mouse, hard-drive and monitor was. I still wrestle with it and type with two fingers. I don’t venture far from my e-mail because I’m afraid I might not be able to get back to it.
However, I have discovered a few exciting things and one is a website by Heritage Foundation. They e-mail wonderful liberty quotes that I sometimes use in my articles. I clicked on the site last night and discovered they will send pocket size editions of The Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution for free to anyone who requests them. They stated they have sent out 500,000 copies this year. That’s exciting news to me to hear that many are interested in reading those documents.
Actually, I have had days lately that I’ve felt so sad over the downward spiral of our freedom in this country, and woke up this morning thinking I should write some funny political stuff. I grew up in the Depression years and have heard a lot of talk about politics. Since then, I’ve heard more and read a lot, so what I’m going to write I really do not recall who said it or where I heard it. But here are some political jokes . . .
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Political Jokes, Quotes, News And Jay Leno (Issue 115)
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On the paternal side of my family, because they lived in the country, my aunts and uncles did not work in cotton mills. Several went to college to become teachers and one a doctor. In retrospect, I marvel at the way my grandfather managed his farm and took care of so many including all the blacks and whites living on the farm. When money was scarce, all of us lived well and had plenty while so many stood in soup lines in the large cities.
We did not have running water, telephones, or electricity. But did have a radio and a newspaper and kept up on what was happening in other places.
Most everything we had was created and made from the land. My mother used a can of lye and the grease from the hogs, which would then be boiled in a huge black pot outside, to make the soap to wash clothes and clean with. It was called “lye soap.” The laundry was done with spring water and wash pots. The clothes were always boiled and then scrubbed on a washboard, rinsed and hung out on lines to dry.
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Lived Through The Great Depression Of The 1930s, Part 2 (Issue 96)
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The Great Depression is an era I have touched on briefly in other articles. Yet the unavailability of gas to operate vehicles brings back many memories of that period called The Great Depression when we traveled around by horse and buggy, wagons, and walking. My grandparents did have A-model fords.
Because my parents were very young when I was born, I had a lot of aunts and uncles around my age, some older and a couple younger than I. We lived on a farm in northeast Georgia and my paternal grandparents lived nearby. They owned a lot of acreage dotted by little houses of blacks and whites who worked the farm. I’ve described the large house they lived in that sat atop a hill with the wraparound veranda. I walked to their house every day to catch the school bus.
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I Lived Through The Great Depression In The 1930s (Issue 95)
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